Chapter 603: Please die at nine thousand years old

Nan Baoyi is ignorant.
Looking at the man, she knew she was not as cold as the smoke.
She felt that Han Yanliang was right, she couldn't help but secretly remembered it in her little notebook, and asked: "You mean, he doesn't actually hate me?"
"Not only does he not hate, he feels refreshed when you coax him."
Nan Baoyi looked curiously at Xiao Yi, who was socializing with his colleagues.
Suddenly, she discovered that she still had too little understanding of the way of husband and wife.
She sincerely praised: "Boss Han is still great!"
"Absurd praise." Han Yanliang curled his lips and smiled, "I dare not call countless men, and I still quite understand how men and women get along."
The voice fell to the ground, Shen Yichao looked bad.
He sneered: "I am embarrassed to put this kind of thing on my lips, she deserves to be a woman of the lower seventh rank, and she is really stray. I think you should be rated as the lower ninth rank."
Han Yanliang raised his eyebrows.
The long and slender pipe with gold painted cigarette lightly provokes Shen Yichao's jaw.
Han Yanliang slowly approached him.
The ends of her slanted eyes were charming and wild, and her lips were lightly opened, and she spit out a smoke ring frivolously toward his face.
She tilted her head and said in a charming and playful voice: "If I am a ninth grade, and I will eat and drink with Shen Xiaolang behind me all day, and want to kiss and hug Shen Xiaolang, which grade should it be?"
Shen Yichao was short of breath.
It's true to eat and drink, but when is he going to kiss and hug!
Han Yanliang lowered her curled eyelashes, and with a slightly hot pipe, she casually opened Shen Yichao's white and clean clothes.
Nan Baoyi and Jiang Suihan, with their heads together, craned their necks to look at them curiously.
Obediently, the little Langjun with a clear-skinned look, the spots under his collarbone are all red marks that make people face and ears red!
You don't need to think too much to know what he did in Yulouchun these days!
Han Yanliang lifted the pipe and slowly wiped the traces.
She smiled lightly: "Shen Xiaolang, I pity you at your young age, so I made my pampered face, but after all, the face is just the face, you are not my husband, let alone my friend, you and I are just a demon. , There are some things that you shouldn't say, and some things that you shouldn't care about. Understand?"
Shen Yichao's hands trapped in the wide sleeves quietly clenched into fists.
The cold smoke is cold, it is too much to dislike him!
But he was wrong, a woman, shouldn't she obey women's way?
Several people in this side are making trouble.
Over there, Xiao Yi Yuguang caught a glimpse of Nan Baoyi stretching his neck to look at Shen Yichao's collarbone, and his eyebrows frowned displeased.
Has she never seen a man's collarbone in her eight lifetimes?
Or is Shen Yichao's collarbone more beautiful than his?
She actually stayed like that!
Sure enough, she shouldn't be put together with Han Yanliang.
When Xiao Yi was jealous, the music gradually came to an end, and the dancers dancing by the campfire retreated.
Bai Xianzhi, the prime minister of the Northern Wei Dynasty, stood up, arched his arms, and talked about the issue of the two countries: "This time, I have won ten cities in Southern Vietnam with the Iron Cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty. My emperor requested that except for those ten cities be included. In the territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Nanyue still pays 2 million taels of silver with snow patterns every year. I hereby inform Your Majesty Nanyue."
The courtiers of South Vietnam stared with big eyes.
In addition to cutting the land, do you have to pay tribute?
Isn't this asking them to bow their heads to court!
They quit, so they quarreled with officials of the Northern Wei mission.
Nan Baoyi was eating roasted venison, and curiously said, "Bai Guifei's surname is Bai, and this prime minister is also surnamed Bai. Are they relatives?"
"Relatives are not counted." Han Yanliang took over the barbecue that Shen Yichao graciously presented. "Back then, Bai Li was the actor in the troupe, and Bai Xianzhi was the young leader of the troupe. It was considered a relationship between brothers and sisters. The Queen of Northern Wei fell out of favor and saw Bai Li was beautiful, so she was allowed to enter the palace to fight for favor. After Bai Li was favored, Bai Xianzhi became a small official as her maiden's family, and then gradually became the prime minister of the Northern Wei Dynasty."
Nan Baoyi was slightly surprised: "Bai Xianzhi is really amazing to be a prime minister from a poor class."
"What's so great about becoming a first-class prime minister by relying on a woman to blow the pillow wind?" Shen Yichao sneered, "In my opinion, this pair of senior brothers and sisters can't be on the table, and it should be the lower five."
Nan Baoyi was speechless.
The countertops that others can't go on can still be rated as the next five products.
But she was rated as the next eighth by Shen Yichao.
How shameful she is!
The four people here are discussing, and the two courtiers are arguing more and more.
At this moment, Concubine Bai suddenly smiled and said, "If your country is not willing to cut the city to lose money, you can also use someone to pay off the debt."
The audience fell silent.
Concubine Bai turned to Gu Chongshan: "As long as His Majesty Nanyue kills Gu Chongshan, the annual tribute of two million taels of silver can be eliminated. The boundary issue can also be renegotiated."
The courtiers couldn't help but talk.
Although Gu Chongshan worked in Nanyue, almost all Nanyue officials agreed to use him to pay off debts.
"Your Majesty, Gu Chongshan will die, and benefit all of us in South Vietnam, why not do it?"
"He wasn't my Nanyue citizen, he was not of my race, his heart must be different, he should die!"
"In the past few years, Gu Chongshan has eaten my food from South Vietnam and lived in my house in South Vietnam. It is time to give back to South Vietnam!"
"I implore your Majesty to grant Gu Chongshan his death!"
"..."
They babbled and knelt to the ground one after another, giving their hands to Chu Huaixiu.
Nan Baoyi despised.
This group of officials usually face Gu Chongshan, gritted their teeth, but can only flatter and greet them. Now that they caught the opportunity, they immediately turned their faces and denied them.
Thin and hypocritical, also worthy of sitting in a high position!
Go here.
Chu Huai corrected and tasted the barbecue carefully.
The prince's sister refused to go out to play, so he had to taste the delicious food for her, and then picked the best barbecue for her to return to the palace.
He put down his chopsticks and pointed at two of them and said, "Bake two more plates, and send them to Xiaoyao Palace. If it gets cold, I will kill you."
The guard went to handle it immediately.
The courtiers underneath have been arguing.
In the end, Prime Minister Song stood up and said, "What does the emperor think?"
Chu Huaixiu raised his eyes.
He doesn't care about Gu Chongshan's life or death.
He waved his hand.
A dozen guards immediately surrounded Gu Chongshan with swords in their hands.
Chu Huaixiu said casually: "This is the end of the matter, please die."
A guard holding a sharp blade, smiled and presented it to Gu Chongshan and asked him to slay himself.
The courtiers of the South Vietnam couldn't help themselves, and said loudly, "Please die for nine thousand years!"
They chanted repeatedly, and their voices were endless.
Bai Guifei smiled all over her face.
As long as Gu Chongshan is dead, no one can threaten She'er's status anymore.
Regardless of Gu Xi, who was already a sixteen-year-old boy, she still took him into her arms as if she were a child, and lovingly trimmed his clothes: "She'er, you will be the only prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty from now on. Are you unhappy? Is your mother and concubine kind to you? When you grow up in the future, you have to repay and honor your mother and concubine, do you know?"
Gu Ju was expressionless, like a puppet on the stage.
The Guards, holding a long knife, were already impatient: "Nine thousand years old, please go to death!"
The with red lips and white teeth casually picked up the long knife.
When he laughed, he was very handsome and feminine, and the posture of pulling out the blade was extremely elegant, and his fingertips gently wiped the blade, as gentle as the cloud of his lover.
The knife light flashed--
In the next instant, the guard fell to his head.
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